Or at least a good part of it.
This was taken this afternoon. I had to dash into the city and took this before leaving.
It was overcast which helped give this view an odd sort of lighting.
I like how quiet it feels. It’s a very small part of the city, but it doesn’t feel like the area around is occupied.
I hope you enjoy.
Specifically the four tall buildings right next to each other.
I still find these buildings hideous; especially the tallest one due to its possibly being yet another casino.
These four buildings really fucked with the general feel of the area, helping it feel more cold and oppressive than it previously did. I’m not sure why they were approved as there could’ve been a greater amount of parkland made available to the public than what the public was given, but it was not to be.
These buildings pull a lot of attention to themselves and stick out in an unpleasant manner. That’s not to say that any of the others in the shot are necessarily better; In a way Sydney CBD is a patchwork of structural ugliness. It’s that these are tasteless and one might be dedicated to furthering addiction.
In a way the gloominess of the weather suits the four buildings well.
I hope you enjoy.
Three listens for this one.
This is a brief song and so the writing reflects that. However, I feel that perhaps I could’ve written more.
I didn’t aim to capture anything in particular, but in saying that I feel as though mood came forward a fair bit.
Hitoshi Sakimoto’s (崎元 仁) “Breath of Fire V: Dragon Quarter – Opening Animation” (“ブレス オブ ファイア V ドラゴンクォーター ～オープニングアニメーション～”) is from Breath of Fire V: Dragon Quarter‘s soundtrack, Breath Of Fire V – Dragon Quarter: Original Soundtrack. The soundtrack was also released as part of Breath of Fire Original Soundtrack Special Box a soundtrack collection of the soundtracks for Breath of Fire I through to V.
I hope you enjoy.
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The sounds of a suggestion of voices float in a still space, then join and build on each other and lower to a focused point. Suddenly urgent percussion comes in; Urgent, striking and pressing. A rush of strings plays along as the suggested voices resume their float and rise.
Brass appears and signals a shift. The strings move around each other, pressing and pushing onward as they urge with desperation. Brass moves around the strings, punctuating and detailing, expanding and building on the strings and the rush of percussion; all moves with increasing intensity. Then, just before release it all condenses into a single point that stretches out as a short drone as the song ends.
And so I sit here and bang on the keyboard and hope that somehow I get to the end of this, but there’s a mechanical buzzing outside, as though there are some sort of tools of power being used in the act of doing some sort of task and seeing it to completion, because there is, and I am powerless to stop it, but that has nothing to do with anything and so I’ll just keep on going and get to the end and then once at the end I’ll do the other things and then move on form there. That is the way that this will go.
However, I really would like the buzzing to stop, but now, due to the sound of how loud I am hitting the keys on this keyboard, I cannot tell if it still remains out there as a presence that is affecting in here.
Maybe I should stop for a moment so that I can get a grasp on what is happening outside. I could do that, but I don’t want to as I feel that I’m on a groove of sorts, or on a roll and the words are flowing with great effort, yet minimal effort, and so I keep on going and struggle through this will all the effort of someone who is not paying enough attention to what it is that they’re doing, for I’ve decided that, for some reason, it is better to not pay attention and just keep on going and then hope that everything makes sense once the end is reached, but the end is so far away from this particular point in time and I am just one person who is banging out words on a keyboard so that they’re visible in some way, shape or form to someone else who may stumble across this in the future, read it, and then move on as this is something that probably isn’t worth reading but hey, ‘m going to knock it out anyway. I’m going to get it done and then once it is done I’m going to do some other things as today is a day that requires a lot of productivity to get things done and I’m just the person to do the things and have them done.
So anyway, I think I’ve gone off on a bit of a tangent but all I want to do is write this out and then the next thing, but there are so many things that I want to write and there are so many things that I need to write and so I need to line them all up in a neat little row so as to be able to make sure that they’re all together, here in this space and so that there is some semblance of sense, though perhaps not in the sensible fashion. Perhaps that sense needs to be of the senseless variety and so I need to make more of a mess. I need to cast things astray and reposition all the words in a manner that suggests confusion being applied to those who read this. I need to find a way to make all things make less sense in a way where they make less and less sense the further this goes. However, perhaps this is something that should be saved for another day and right now I should just focus on getting the words down in a manner that suggests sentences due to the order in which the words fall and the conclusions that they reach.
So, if I am indeed to do that, then I need to know as to where it is that I will go from here. There are signposts and I can read them, but the words don’t come together in a manner that allows me to understand them, for they have no words and they are blank and perhaps these signposts don’t even exist. However, I would not suggest that for that would be telling.
Anyway, I see these signposts and I know not what they suggest is in each direction, so therefore I should probably go beyond the signpost. I should let go of direction and just walk forward and in that walking forward I should carve a new path. There would be mistakes, of course, but there could also be discoveries. There will definitely be a form of learning; one of which I should embrace more often than I don’t.
There also would be the twists and turns that imply the moving in a direction. There might be the sense of journey and all the camaraderie that may come along with that, assuming that I bring others along. However, instead of all of that I might just not and instead look to finish this off sooner rather than later, for it is going nowhere and I’m feeling aimless and so I need to aim my aimless arrow in a manner that breaks that aimlessness and leads to something that has an intended goal and a statement that reads out to all those who find it worth hearing so that I can get on with the things and then wrap this up and move on and then lead the life that I’ve always wanted to lead, though that may involve getting rich quick which is something I don’t feel much like doing right now, though perhaps I do, though really what I feel like doing is getting this finished and then doing the dishes for the dishes need to be done and I don’t like pushing responsibility aside, though I do, though now that I’ve said that I think I need to end this sentence and move toward the next one, for this has gone on for far too long and I’m going nowhere fast.
So anyway, I think I’ve said all that I can say right now, which is not much. However, the buzzing stopped and so for that I can say I’m glad.
The time it took to write one thousand words: 10:04:39
Bit of a mess, this writing is.
Written at home.
Thinking too much can be a bad thing, but sometimes you’ve got to do it, so long as you’re not doing it in service of abetting procrastination, which is what I’ve done for close to four hours now, but sometimes that’s just what you do, or in this case, is what I have done.
So anyway, it has been a lazy morning and perhaps that laziness is warranted at the moment, but I cannot deny that perhaps it has not been a good thing. I cannot deny that being lazy this morning has not helped me get things done and so right now I am scrambling to get the things that I need to get done done. However, I just want to go back to bed and perhaps that is warranted, but perhaps it is not. That’s not something I want to get into though, so I won’t get into it as I’m just gonna chomp down on this instead.
Not sure why I said that.
So anyway, that’s the introduction and that’s all you’re getting for an introduction. Sure, there are other, more creative things I could write, but that’s where I draw the line. I don’t want to go any further with that as that would mean more introspection and I think I’ve done enough of that for one decade, thank you very much. This now needs to lead into mood being lifted, so I need to find a way to lift the mood to heights previously unseen in ways that were previously unknown. Such is the way of the things and such is the way that things must proceed. However, there is no telling where these things shall lead and so perhaps instead of trying to lift the mood, I might just read a book instead.
You see, reading is a thing that I do and a thing that many people do and so you need to understand that when the desire to read takes over the desire to do anything, everything must be halted, for reading is more important. It doesn’t always matter as to what it is that you are reading, but you must read so as to be able to undertake and participate in the activity known as “reading”.
Perhaps there are words that have been found to be alluring, and if so, then by all means, entertain that hunger to digest more writing wherever you can, for it is the art of reading that allows one to undertake the act of reading, and when you do this you then become an active participant in the method of absorbing information that often is known as reading.
Therefore, I might just go and do that instead of doing anything else, for I feel the desire to engage in words in a manner that allows me to absorb them and understand them and have them conjure imagery in a fashion that implies the act of reading is being undertaken, so therefore I will, but procrastination first.
The time it took to write five-hundred words: 05:39:07
A bit of speed in this one. Kind of flowed through which helped with being a bit sillier.
I was worried about getting too serious, hence the sudden veering away from being serious.
Written at home.
This was written over two listens.
I didn’t aim for anything in particular other than trying to capture the song.
Probably could’ve done a bit of refining, but I’m mostly content with how this reads, so yeah.
The Tragically Hip’s “Man” is from Man Machine Poem.
I hope you enjoy.
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Warped vocals getting the words “I’m a Man”, among others, out. Then a sudden percussive hit followed by soft percussion, followed by gentle guitar, then more of a defined beat. The song is rising for a dawn, though perhaps it is heralding it.
Soft ambient sounds gently caress the music and keep things nice and easy. Bass comes in, as still in motion as it is fluid. Clearer vocals soon follow, almost haunting, though also relaxed, easy and confident. More sounds eventually build up, filling the song a little more, but preserving space; trying to avoid cluttering.
Some of the sounds peel back, giving more room; The vocals move quickly, slowly and layered. Scattered, though certain of where they are. Gentle guitar comes back, playing alongside the steady rhythm, adding texture and depth.
Something more electric makes an extended appearance in at what could be a chorus and the song is now heralding the dawn even more. It’s almost celebratory in sound, though there seems to be something a little darker hidden underneath. Still, the sounds don’t spend much time highlighting such possibility and instead keep their relaxed, textured sounds going.
The clear vocals ring out and soon something a little more quirky comes in. The warped vocals return for a brief period and soon after they leave the clear ones return. The percussion gets bigger and more striking, though it does not become any more imposing.
Sounds quickly drop out and the focus falls on the vocals and the percussion, continuing to reach out whilst looking to make a connection. However, this focus is brief and on one final, reverberant percussive beat the song ends.
This was taken in 2019.
I’ve no idea as to who this is.
I do like how it draws attention though.
Perhaps that has to do with it being colourless.
This is my submission into the one hundred-and-seventieth Lens-Artists Photo Challenge.
The theme for this one is “Street Art“.
The challenge is hosted by four people and cycles weekly:
Week 1 – Patti
Week 2 – Ann-Christine aka Leya
Week 3 – Amy
Week 4 – Tina
This one is curated by Patti. Leya curates the next one.
I recommend participating in the challenges. They’re enjoyable and allow room for interpretation of the theme without straying too far. If you don’t participate, then I recommend that you at least check out what others of the Lens-Artists community are submitting.
I hope you enjoy.
There’s a bit of history to Goat Island, and I know very, very little of said history.
I was trying to capture this part of the island in the gloom of the weather and it didn’t quite work.
I feel I could’ve done much better with this shot, but I think that at least I captured a sense of solitude and quiet.
I hope you enjoy.
So I had started writing this thing about how the day was formless, yet highly detailed and i0t wasn’t going anywhere so instead of continuing on with that I decided to scrap the whole thing. It wasn’t worth repeating and I don’t want to try and salvage it. It is gone. It is disposed of and that is better. This is better than that too, so that means this is much better. Therefore, this is the post that I will churn out and it is the one that you will see as there no longer is another post that exists that was written just before this one.
This post is so good that I can’t believe as to how good it is, because it really is that good. It’s better than anything you’ll read on this fine day of days; okay, maybe it is not, but that is beside the point. This post will be so great and so amazing and awesome that your head will peel itself back in order to reveal itself as a head belonging to yourself.
There is so much amazing use of vocabulary in this series of words that upon reading your eyes will find new ways to see how words can be connected, and you’ll be thrown aside by how amazing and wonderful that it is that you will suddenly see in ways you knew not where possible. The starts will align and the moon will sing its song of solitude as you finally experience meaning as it is meant to be experienced.
There will be no turning away from these moments and you finally will understand the dance of dances and then you might just even dance yourself. There is no confirming if you will, but you just might.
The wonder and awe that this bit of writing will inspire can only be handled with care, but of course that care will be of the wanton variety. There is no telling as to how you will experience that handling, but there is no denying that it will be groovy, for that is how good this bit of writing is. There is no other way to view it and fie will be directed at those who choose to disagree and deny the truth of the matter, for the truth of the matter is that there is little, if anything out there that can top this bit of writing.
This is so great that it is writing itself as it is written. It cannot be done in any other manner, for the sheer magnitude of just how cool and awesome this is can only come forward due to it writing itself. That’s just the way things go in this day and age because it is this day and age that allow such things to happen.
If you manage to get this far due to how beholden to experiencing the amazing nature of this text, then you will see the sun turn away in embarrassment. Maybe.
The time it took to write five-hundred words: 06:00:76
Not sure as to what I think about this one.
It was a bit of a struggle.
Written at home.
This was written over three listens and a few false starts.
I focused on describing the song and I kind of got down an idea of it, but what I wrote doesn’t paint the most detailed picture, so to speak.
Atlantis Airport’s “Events in the Movie” (“映画の中の出来事”) is from A [] Passport. I’m not completely certain the English title is meant to be “Events in the Movie”; Maybe it’s meant to say “Film Events”, or “Screen Events”. Not sure as I had to rely on translator software for this one.
I hope you enjoy.
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Specific, light and angular piano keys bounce in a precise, and almost jittery manner. A melody becomes apparent, and toward the end they go a little higher.
Bass and percussion come in, steady, and also precise. The keys now take on something more grounded to what the bass and percussion are doing and seem more like on a looping cycle. Space between the keys remains as apparent, though is less pronounced.
Vocals approach, taking on a soft approach and the other instruments get a little looser, though not by much. The melody changes a little, though it remains familiar. There’s a playfulness, but there remains a focus and drive toward something weighty in sound.
A sense of a buildup happens and everything locks more into each other. The percussion thumps a little, more and the general instrumentation becomes livelier. It is almost as though there will be a great release. However, instead of one the song pulls back.
Vocals seem to glide as the other instruments play lightly before something resembling a chorus comes in, but only briefly. From there, another pull back on what could be a vocal sigh and the keys becomes more rapid, raining down almost.
Then some sort of interplay with the instruments and the vocals before a start / stop process plays out. Then vocals and keys take over, rising upward in a manner that keeps things feeling small, yet dramatic. Then a chorus section returns and, whilst it is “big” it remains small and driven, and it may be more accurate to describe this as a climax of sorts.
All push forward and the vocals become more openly impassioned. Something phases in and out and the playing increases in its energy. Suddenly an overdriven sound takes hold and the other instruments build underneath it. It’s a greater release of energy of sorts, but it lasts only briefly and soon the song returns to a sense of chorus before finding a sudden end.
Stupidity Hole 